Blackbird

curling ocean waves-
the blackbird’s white feathered wings
touch an azure sky

glass dipped in frost-
a magpie taps
at my window

History

sepia photos
memories of summerfields
slowly turn to dust

summer sky-
carousel music
on the pier

Morning

incessant beeping-
cobwebs in my coffee cup
my head thick with sleep

gentle sunlight-
irish breakfast and
the sunday puzzle

Insomnia

staring at the clock
waiting an eternity
for the time to change

my mind’s ear-
wide awake
in the dark

Shore

a rotting boardwalk
crosses an estuary
flowing to the sea

low tide-
razor clams
burrow in the mud

Travel

patiently waiting-
at the terminal rain sheets
down tinted windows

autumn evening-
once again
I’m alone

Humanity

we’re only human
well, some of us anyway
the rest who can say?

under the covers
alone with
my mistakes

Lost

walking the highway-
seems I lost myself while I
was looking for you

sandstorm-
the mirage
an oasis

Wet

barely keeping still-
my fingers brushing across
your wet ruby lips

waves lap the shore-
your hair drying in
the tropical sun

Gardening

a cutting garden-
in the shade of a straw hat
she tends the flowers

up with the sun-
bent double
pulling weeds